PENTHEUS.
What way Descended he upon thee? In full day Or vision of night?
DIONYSUS.
Most clear he stood, and scanned My soul, and gave his emblems to mine hand.
PENTHEUS.
What like be they, these emblems?
DIONYSUS.
That may none Reveal, nor know, save his Elect alone.
PENTHEUS.
And what good bring they to the worshipper?
DIONYSUS.
Good beyond price, but not for thee to hear.
PENTHEUS.
Thou trickster! Thou wouldst prick me on the more To seek them out!
DIONYSUS.
His mysteries abhor The touch of sin-lovers.
PENTHEUS.
And so thine eyes Saw this God plain; what guise had he?
DIONYSUS.
What guise It liked him. 'Twas not I ordained his shape.
PENTHEUS.
Aye, deftly turned again. An idle jape, And nothing answered!
DIONYSUS.
Wise words being brought To blinded eyes will seem as things of nought.
PENTHEUS.